The pilot said
'You have control'
He meant that I could fly
Now life is very similar
Our behaviour
You and I
For instead of elevators
Sticks and rudders
We have brains
Where controls
They are more subtle
More like strings
Or even reins
In flying
We move gently
If we only want to glide
For being heavy handed
It can put us in a dive
And so it is within us
Our touch can play its role
Just remember
'Gently Bentley'
Its 'you' who have control
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem